As I stood in my kitchen this weekend, I found that the back of a cereal box was talking to me. It was announcing that Life was celebrating its fiftieth birthday. It was at this point that I realized that I was older that Life itself. Not much, but definitely older.
Then I got to thinking. If Life is 50, then I could consider myself as old as dirt.
Life is a cereal. Life is a magazine. Life is a publisher. Life is ... love?
It's funny how we look at age. There are days where I feel as young as the high school students I teach, and then there are other days where I feel as old as my mother.
Just remember that life is how you feel, not a number.
